Except for the barn. Except for us. Except for me screaming like a happy whore as I get pounded anally.The farmer clasps me by the back of my calves..., bringing them up and forward until my knees press against my ribs. My brown stained feet dangle helplessly in the air, flinging off mud and pig grime from the middle of my toes every which way. My large supple breasts continue to bounce which each thrust into me from below. I run my hands along the farmers thrusting waist and hook him around. ”“I bought them a couple of weeks ago.”“They are stained,” I said, showing her the crotch of the panties.“Oh, they must have gotten mixed in with our towels,’ she said far too quickly, a look of astonishment on her face. I looked at her and she started to blush a little. She quickly turned around and headed for the kitchen, leaving me standing there with the cum stained panties in my hand. This was not like her to avoid any subject so I found it a little strange that she would react this way. I. It was a Friday morning. He sent me a message with the subject line "Open Immediatly." This intrigued me so I obeyed the command and opened the message. The message itself was almost as curt as the subject saying only "Will you give your body and mind to me for a night?" I felt a twitch in my cock and clicked on his profile. It was empty with no picture. I normally ignore messages from empty profiles like his but there was something about his message that I couldn't deny. I clicked reply and. They were already excited about the company picnic next week. Especially since they would get to meet Ramesh’s amazing wife, Velamma.Velamma and Ramesh were walking across the campground on the picnic day. Almost all the employees were having a good time and were happy. But Ramesh had a worried expression on his face.“I hope my bullshit wife-swapping story from last week has been forgotten.” There was never any incident where Ramesh had swapped his wife. It was just his erotic wet dreams..